Page 58 of As You Crave It

“Not even close. I dug a little deeper into that email of the video that was sent to me. From the fake address to make it look like it came from Quin. It’s connected to your own personal email address, Jared. You really are so goddamn stupid.”

“Coincidence. That also doesn’t change the fact that Rexford had sex with an escort in our building.”

“That video from the conference room was convincing, but the editing was amateurish, which is why I’m surprised you didn’t cover your tracks a little better. Christ, after I dug a little deeper, it was easy to see that the timestamp in the second part of the video, where the camera shifts and the actual sex happens was several hours after Quin had left. After that, I was able to dig up the original tape from security. The one that shows Quin walking away.”

Jared was now starting to sweat. She could see that he knew the end was coming, but he still remained stubborn. “You don’t have anything.”

“I have witnesses. I reached out to four other women who’ve worked for you over the years and left under suspicious circumstances. They all had similar stories of this treatment from you. I’ve got enough to bury you for good.”

“Money, is that what you want?”

She heard Quin mutter a curse. “No, I don’t want money.”

“Well, there must be some sort of arrangement we can come to.”

“There’s not, trust me. The only thing I want is to see you destitute and in jail.”

“Jail?”

“Yeah, everything I have is currently sitting on the desk of a very thorough—female—Miami-Dade PD detective.” She stood and walked past him. Jared made one more desperate grab for her, but Quin was right there, and pushed him away from her. Celia stopped and turned, enjoying the slow dejected way Jared sat in his chair. Celia smiled. “Enjoy the downward spiral, Jared. I know I will.”

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